I was just reading a thread where a poster talked about people he met naked while working with the census bureau. I recall a similar situation during the 1980 census when I was 25 years old. I was responsible for getting completed census forms from all the men living in the off campus fraternity houses around a large local university. I had stopped by one chapter house previously in the week to talk to the chapter president. He wasn't there, so I gave someone else the forms and I made an appointment to see the president a couple of days later. When I arrived at the house, I waited in the forum. I heard him ask "Is he there yet?" So I knew he was going to come down the steps. I didn't expect him to bound down the steps naked, cock bouncing around freely. He sat down in a chair spread eagle. He didn't have a bush, he had a dark brown pelt down there. His cock was hanging over the seat cushion. He just looked at me as he talked. Other than that, he looked like an professional MBA student. He must have guessed I was gay. After we finished up census business, he casually said, 'You can come up to my room and blow me if you want."
I told him I was working in a governmental capacity. I couldn't do that. He just shrugged his shoulders.
A couple of months later, after the census was over, I was in that college town for the football game. He approached me at a bar pre-game, dressed in a light blue polo shirt and plaid shorts. "The offer is still good." he said. I felt no indication he was gay, he just wanted a blow job. I thought to myself, "I'm going to give him what he wants." I brought him to my hotel room. He stripped before I even offered him a drink. He laid on the bed and I went to work. I gave him a full nipple workout. I squeezed so hard he yelped. His cock was pulsating, the head swelled as much as possible. I rammed my mouth down his shaft. He exploded in my throat. I couldn't breath because my nostrils were blocked with tufts of hair. His hips kept jumping until he fell back, exhausted.
I was so proud of the roll I gave him. We talked for a couple of hours about his future plans and then he left, asking "When are you coming back?" I would have had him bucking for days.
It began with a census visit. Never in my right mind did I expect it would happen.
I told him I was working in a governmental capacity. I couldn't do that. He just shrugged his shoulders.
A couple of months later, after the census was over, I was in that college town for the football game. He approached me at a bar pre-game, dressed in a light blue polo shirt and plaid shorts. "The offer is still good." he said. I felt no indication he was gay, he just wanted a blow job. I thought to myself, "I'm going to give him what he wants." I brought him to my hotel room. He stripped before I even offered him a drink. He laid on the bed and I went to work. I gave him a full nipple workout. I squeezed so hard he yelped. His cock was pulsating, the head swelled as much as possible. I rammed my mouth down his shaft. He exploded in my throat. I couldn't breath because my nostrils were blocked with tufts of hair. His hips kept jumping until he fell back, exhausted.
I was so proud of the roll I gave him. We talked for a couple of hours about his future plans and then he left, asking "When are you coming back?" I would have had him bucking for days.
It began with a census visit. Never in my right mind did I expect it would happen.